So I was telling my dad about taking our dog for a walk yesterday and the dog watching a cat off to the side and walking into a lamp post. Him: "I did pretty much the same thing when I was younger, except it was a car." Me: "What? How?" Him: "Well, I got off work at the refinery (note: still in college, maybe 1958), parked at our apartment near the beach, and was rounding the back of the car but got distracted by two scantily clad young things and walked right into the rear of the car. Dented the fender and scratched the trunk." Me: "What car?" Him: "My mom's 47 chevy fastback." Me: "So what did she say?" Him: "She had just had it painted and gotten it back the day before, so to say she was pissed off is an understatement". Me: " Wait a minute -- you were living with my Mom, weren't you? What the hell did you tell her? That you were ogling two hotties and walked into the car?" Him: "I can't remember what I told her, but whatever it was, it was a lie."
Don't feel bad, i've done the same thing only a bicycle while riding down the street with some buddies. Ran right into the back of a parked car! Let me tell ya, the frame on a "boys" bike is not conducive to unexpected sudden stops. I think maybe, it might have stunted my growth if you know what I mean. It hurts just thinking about it.
Many years ago, a neighbour purchased a new Ford stationwagon and the decides he will park it every day in front of my house. Pissed me right off. Then, one evening a teenager on his bicycle drove into the back of the wagon, dented the tailgate & bumper and broke the rear window. No more wagon parked in front of my house.
My dad took his 65 barracuda with us to Seoul Korea when I was 4. Sold it to some dude on base nearby. Evidently the guy was a jerk and bad-mouthed my dad after the sale. I was learning to ride my new bike a few months later and drove right into the side of it. I assume I scratched or dented it -- going good speed on a heavy bike with a fender out front. Remember my dad being furious. Didn't find out for thirty years that he just wanted to impress on me to be more careful. Says he was actually kinda pleased at the time.
1969. Warm spring day.Little before noon. Chapel Hill,NC. Main drag,Franklin St. Driving a 1963 Corvair. Women's rights"burn the bra"movement was in full sway. Sashaying down the sidewalk on my right was a young lady who was a strong advocate of this movement. First time I had ever...observed...the collateral benefits of this women's lib statement. Being 19,and of an appreciative bent for women's rights,I paid such rapt attention to her,uh,"statement(s)",that I ran slam into the rear of the car in front of me. Fellow driving the car in front of me and I turned right at the corner onto Columbia St.,pulled over to the curb and we got out to check the damage. My headlights were busted. No apparent serious damage to his car...maybe a scratch or so. He looked at me,grinned and said,"Don't worry about it, I saw her too!"
